Oh dear...
This will take some remembering.

Well, I'm 16 and American, so the times in which I would happily cavort around my mountaintop suburb on the evening of October 31st dressed as any of a rather wide range of things collecting chocolate with my wee little friends aren't as far off for me as they are for some of you.

So, here goes...

As a wee baby I was put in a purple one-piece, purple balloons were affixed to me with green pipe cleaners and I wore a green leafy felt cap. What had Mom dressed me as, you ask?
A bunch of grapes.
(She had horns, a wee pitchfork and a red-and-black cape which I loved to steal in my subsequent years- yes, she'd gone as the Devil Herself. At the moment I'm speculating the possibility of my being God's Grapes of Wrath and her having nicked them off Him. Quite an inventive baby costume, I'll give her due credit for that at the very least...)

Somewhere in between then and my gaining the ability to actually cavort around myself (with other kids of course, safety first), in preschool I think, I had a cube-shaped cardboard box with arm, leg and head holes, painted white with big black spots. Yes, I was a dice (a die to the pedantic people among you), and a damn good one too.

In kindergarten I was none other than the Amazing Spider-man. I may actually still have the foam insert that made it look as if my scrawny 5-year-old body had abs of steel (I shit you not. It was utterly awesome).

A bit later I became the Red Power Ranger, and my best buddy dressed up as the Green one (Jason and Tommy respectively, if I remember the lore correctly... forgive me if I don't and shoot me if I do). I even had the gloves that made the karate sounds when you swung them...

I was a ninja sometime thereafter. A super stealthy dragon ninja. With a sword (well, maybe not a proper sword. But some kind of ninja weapon, I remember that well).
No, I didn't flip out on the stingy cnuts that refused to fork over their hard-earned candy. I was but a timid ninja.

One of the more recent ones (as in, after my folks got a divorce, and I remember this because the cavorting was done in my dad's new outlying suburb as opposed to my old mountaintop one) was me as a secret agent. Again, I shit you not- we'd sent away for the play Secret Service I.D., gotten me a suit, even fixed me up with a clear plastic water gun. If I recall correctly, I had a line that mixed government operative cliché with the classic "Trick or treat!!".

The next fancy dress party worth remembering was the one I threw in 2004. I of course took the opportunity to deck myself out as my (by that time infamous) fictional character CK the Demon: white makeup, fangs, claws and a sword (plus, of course, the long black leather coat which I'd basically gotten because of the creation of this character).

Any more? I'll add them if and when I think of them.

CK
(CK is rocking out near you (cosmologically speaking), Mon 16 Jan 2006, 21:47, Reply)